Chapter 651 Official kiln fighting color chicken cup
Shen Yu was full of doubts. He could not imagine what kind of antique could release such a shocking light.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm his heartbeat. Driven by strong curiosity, he slowly lowered his head calmly and looked in the direction of Baoguang.
When he saw it, he was greatly surprised. There were no valuable antiques under the cabinets, only two cups.
Suddenly, it was the two "fake" cockfighting cups that Ximen Hou and Ximen Ting's uncle and nephew had thrown into the case yesterday.
I don’t know why, but these two cups were not brought back by them last night, but were placed under the rosewood table.
This unexpected discovery made Shen Yu slightly startled.
He originally thought that these two cups were just ordinary fakes, but now the powerful light showed that they were genuine products from the official kiln.
Shen Yu's heart was like a mess, and all kinds of thoughts were coming to him. He recalled the scene when he first saw the two colorful chicken cups yesterday. At that time, the two cups were randomly placed on the table, both in appearance and texture. , did not attract too much attention from him, and just regarded it as an ordinary modern imitation.
However, the dark blue pebbled light in front of him completely subverted his cognition.
"So, at least one of these two cups is a genuine chicken vat cup from the official kiln! Otherwise, it would not have such a precious light."
Shen Yu carefully picked up one of the colorful chicken cups and placed it in the palm of his hand.
Under the illumination of the flashlight, the glaze color of the chicken bowl cup is extremely smooth and delicate, as warm and lustrous as mutton-fat jade.
The colors are bright yet simple and elegant, and each color blends together just right, making it both bright and eye-catching yet restrained and subtle.
The patterns drawn on the cup body are extremely skillful. Whether they are lifelike hens, rockeries, peonies, orchids, or even pecked centipedes, they all seem to be given life.
The hens have different expressions, and the love of the hen and the liveliness and playfulness of the chicks are vividly displayed on the cup.
The contour lines of the rockery are hard yet flexible, as if you can touch its rough stone texture.
Peonies are in full bloom, with petals stacked in layers, while orchids are quiet and elegant, with slender and stretched leaves.
Even the centipede that was pecked showed a dynamic sense of struggle, as if it was about to twist its body and escape from the cup at the next moment.
Turn off the flashlight.
Under natural light, the chicken bowl cup has excellent lines, from the mouth to the bottom of the cup, every arc is just right.
Gently turning the cup, Shen Yu discovered that the enamel inside the cup was also smooth and flat, completely different from the rough texture of the fake in his memory.
The inner wall of the fake product either has obvious graininess or uneven color, but the inner wall of this cup is as white as jade, which can clearly reflect the surrounding scene.
"It is indeed a porcelain treasure that was worth one hundred thousand in the Ming Dynasty and is now worth over 100 million. What a treasure!" Shen Yu secretly exclaimed.
Doucai porcelain is considered a treasure in the antique trade. Whether it is a Doucai Tianzi jar or a Doucai chicken cup, as long as it is genuine from the official kiln, it is extremely valuable.
Only such an extremely precious treasure can release the dark blue light that was as big as a pebble.
As for the fake chicken cup, Shen Yu has been involved in the field of porcelain appraisal and has a deep understanding of porcelain. He has handled as many as eight hundred, if not one thousand.
It can be said that I have read countless "cups".
Those various fakes, no matter in terms of the fineness of firing, the expressive charm of the patterns, or the difference in feel, are far from the real chicken cup in front of me.
Especially in terms of hand feel, there has never been any so-called chicken cup that can match the feel of this cup.
No!
Not one!
This delicate and moist texture can directly prove that it comes from an official kiln.
Ta, da, da.
Just when Shen Yu was about to put down the chicken cup in his hand and pick up the other one to look at, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door.
Looking up, I saw Lord Ximen slowly walking into the reception room under the guidance of Liao Wansan.
Shen Yu knew that the situation at this moment was complicated and delicate. Although he was full of curiosity and desire to explore the chicken cup, he still resisted his inner impulse and immediately put the chicken cup gently back into the distance.
I saw Ximen Hou carrying or carrying five or six wooden boxes of different sizes and styles.
Obviously, it was too late yesterday and the antiques he originally planned to sell to Gu Zhengyan were not successfully sold, so he came again today, obviously preparing to continue selling.
The strange thing is that he was the only one who came this time, and Ximenting did not show up for some reason.
After Ximen Hou entered the living room, he first put down the boxes in his hands skillfully and respectfully, and then greeted Gu Zhengyan warmly with a smile on his face.
After a few casual conversations, he immediately bowed slightly to Mr. Wang and saluted.
The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, "Mr. Wang, I didn't expect you to be here. If I had known you were here, I would have come a while earlier so that I could listen to your teachings in person."
His tone was full of respect and flattery, but his eyes revealed a hint of businessman's shrewdness and cunning.
Mr. Wang still had the same smile on his face, and he made a friendly gesture to sit down and said: "Ximen is here, sit down and talk." His voice was gentle and steady, with the demeanor and bearing of an elder.
After Ximen Hou Yiyan sat down, his eyes inadvertently fell on Shen Yu and the xuan stove on the table.
A trace of surprise and curiosity flashed across his eyes for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask softly: "Hey, this chestnut-colored xuanlu is pretty good. Mr. Wang, is it your collection?"
Mr. Wang smiled and replied calmly: "Yes, it is one of my collections, but I am not sure about its authenticity, so I asked Xiao Shen to help me take a look."
The words seemed to be understatement, but in fact they revealed his absolute trust in Shen Yu.
Marquis Ximen nodded slightly and said nothing more. Instead, he picked up the hot tea that the servant had just brought, blew it gently, and then took a slow sip.
He has been working hard in Hong Kong's antique industry for many years and has already developed a good ability to observe words and emotions, which has become his instinct for survival in the antique industry.
From Mr. Wang's short words, Marquis Ximen could keenly judge that Mr. Wang had great trust in Shen Yu.
In this situation, he knew that as an outsider, the wisest thing to do at this time was to remain silent and not express any opinions easily.
After all, whether the item is a fake or genuine, and how much it can be sold for, has nothing to do with him directly, so why bother to take the initiative to get involved in the muddy waters?
Only those characters who are portrayed as extremely stupid in novels or movies and TV dramas would take the initiative to step forward at this time and let others slap them in the face, but he, Ximen Hou, would not do such stupid things.
Thinking of this, Marquis Ximen slowly thought about how to sell the antiques he had brought to Gu Zhengyan.